7 Years of Medical Porn의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

I walked into the hall full of freshmen for the college orientation programme. I sat at the far edge of the second row, third column. Everything around me seemed normal. I wasn't.I had worn a new set that morning and it wasn't agreeing with me. The bra clasps felt too tight. How? This was supposed to be a good day. Meet new girls. Form a squad. Meet future rich general surgeons. All of it was in my head.The room was well ventilated but I was still sweaty. The girl by my right hand side seemed to be enjoying every bit of the programme. She only said hi. I responded calmly. No further interaction. She was seated when I got in, so I'm not gonna bore you with her body type. Seems we were in a group assignment together in the third week. Hmm. Probably till then till I spill.I glanced back as the door of the hall opened. I shouldn't have. I should have just focused on what the elderly woman was saying. She was the college officer and she was going on about the usuals: don't skip classes,

Vrmmm, vrmmm. The phone kept vibrating.I wasn't over him yet. I wished things were different between us. He was so sweet and intentional. He worshipped me. I missed the piggyback rides by the lake. The evening rides with the horizon in view. I missed everything. I wished he hadn't traveled and changed suddenly. We had plans for a winter vacation in Europe. That was all in the bin now. Did he meet another girl?I'd had these thoughts and breakdowns before orientation day. I was expecting his calls and texts all day. None. Unreplied texts and missed calls. I'd texted several times. I made up my mind before orientation night. And now he texted and called? What could have happened? Did he miss me? Why would he call?I let the phone stop ringing. I'd made up my mind. I wasn't going to answer.I'd unlocked a new horizon. Let sleeping dogs lie. After all, I was close to Mr. Sleeveless here."You aren't going to answer it?" he started with his baritone voice."No," I replied immediately. I t

My family was celebrating, overjoyed. The living room was scattered with drinks and food. My two brothers were in the corner dancing to some new pop music I had no idea of. The DJ was doing an excellent job. They had every right. I just got sworn as a medical doctor. I should be dancing too.But I was in a room. I was turning the pages of the letters I wrote after my final exams. They were rich with fun, shock, and surprises. I had to write. I felt someone — I mean you — needed to see med school through a different lens. It was fun and chaotic.Seven years of up and down. Highs and lows. Assignments and practical. Tests and exams. It was all over. I was finally a doctor. But where did I go from here? I had the best of lives within the four walls of this uni. I rediscovered myself, or maybe reinvented myself, right from orientation day.My sister came into the room with wine glasses."You face looks flat. Aren't you happy?""I'm happy, Mira. Just glad it's over.""What's over?" she ask

"Don't grab it like that," Aydon said as he watched Kith. He leaned forward to help her. "Like this.""Thanks so much," Kith replied."What did you see?" I asked, biting the bottom of the pen, waiting for her reply."Same thing you guys did," Kith said, laughing. The group burst out laughing. She looked into the microscope again. "I saw multilobed cells.""Multilobed or multi-nucleated?" a guy asked. He was sitting on a stool right across from her.Kith was silent. Aydon proceeded to operate the microscope."Adjust the lens with this," he showed her gently. He looked into the microscope. "It's multi-nucleated cells," he said, looking up.I wrote something down in my notes.The group had adjourned the meeting and we were finally together for the histology assignment."Multi-nucleated means more than one nucleus," Aydon said, still looking into the microscope. "Not multi-lobed. Different things."Kith nodded slowly. "So what are we looking at?""Connective tissue," the guy on the stool

"Ouch!" I screamed softly as the needle pierced me."Sorry," the lady said gently as she drew my blood. She rubbed it with cotton wool, removed the tourniquet, and asked me to hold tight.There were murmurs as she dropped the blood into the heparinized bottle. Yeah, we were in a physiology practical class, and I had volunteered to get my blood drawn.We all watched as she filled the blood into the centrifuge and timed it. We left it for five minutes."You can see the layers formed," she said as she held up the tube from the centrifuge.We all watched with fascination. Kith was beside me. Everything felt normal. I was learning something. I had dropped the cotton wool, and the pain from the needle had stopped."The lower part are the erythrocytes," she continued. "They make up how many percent of the blood?" She gestured to a guy she thought was not paying attention."45%," the guy responded confidently.She was impressed. "Now there is a thin white buffer—" she continued the class.Ama